♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Hall of fame.

Past

"You'll never make it If you want to go towards that path, Hazel." Harry spoke up after I finished singing. His honesty surprised me, However I wasn't exactly mad because I knew that he Just wanted the best for me.

"You think so?" I asked, trying my best not to sound upset. Music means alot to me, and someone as close to me as Harry is telling me that I won't make it with Music, will surely upset me.

"Yes. Come on Hazel, you should be unique and stunning if you want to grab the world's attention. I'm not trying to offend you, but it's the truth." He Admitted, shaking his head at me sympathetically.

"I'll give it a try?" I hesitated.

He slowly nodded his head, looking down and biting his lips in concentration at what he's doing.

"Trying won't hurt." He said, smiling.

I don't understand why almost half the people I know are telling me not to go for it. I thought I was good at this, But everyone else is saying the opposite. They say that I'm nothing special, and my voice isn't the best.

I can't say that some times I think if losing Hope in becoming a wold-wide known singer, because I do. And there was a time where I actually left music for about a few months. But as they say, Fall nine times and get up Ten.

"Okay then. Will you come with me?" I nodded, asking him. He looked up at me, shaking his head.

"I have somethings to attend Babe, but It's fine I don't think you'll go through anyway." He shrugged, looking back at his work.

Ouch.

I didn't say anything back to him, going back to practicing my singing. I wanted to prove to him that I can do it, But I'm not even sure anymore if I'll get through the audition let alone become a famous pop star.

"Are you upset?" He asked me, after a few minutes of an uncomfortable silence.

I shook my head, Fire beginning to rise inside me. Before anyone can blink, I got up and slammed my hand on the guitar, kicking the microphone. I began to pull on my hair, Hot tears rolling down my flushed cheeks.

"I give up!" I yelled Harshly, throwing the chair.

Harry stood up, wide-eyed and in shock. He moved away, and put his hands in front of my face defensively.

"Here, you got what you wanted Harry! I give up. Now you can go and tell the world that I gave up. That's what you wanted? Huh?" I Yelled, taking deep breaths. I couldn't calm myself down, I'm already boiling.

"I only want what's best for you, Hazel!" He yelled back, Panicking at my outburst.

"You want me to give up my dream Harry! My passion, How is that what's best for me? Just because you are a famous pop star doesn't mean I can't be one either." I sobbed, sliding down to the floor and curling up into  a ball.

"I don't want you to be disappointed in your self when you don't get called in to the live shows Hazel." He said, sitting down beside me.

"But How do you know that I won't be something big one day? You are making me doubt myself." I said, not looking at him. I couldn't.

"Because, Hazel..You're not good enough to be that big." He said, gulping and looking away.

"Why do you keep saying that to me! You're my best friend Harry, you're not supposed to make me feel like I'm not good enough. What the Fu.ck is wrong with you?" I yelled, getting up and pushing him away.

"God Hazel, It's the truth! God Fu.cking damn it!" He yelled louder, getting up as well.

"One day, you'll be regretting having this conversation with me Harry. Because instead of sitting in this room with me, you'll be watching me walking down a red carpet, Holding ten Fu.cking grammy's." I smirked, breathing heavily.

I turned around, walking to the door. But before that, I looked back to see him standing there with Shock written all over his face.

You'll see, Harry Edward styles.

Present

"I promised my Mother that one day, I'll make her proud. However, My mother isn't here to watch me make it and be standing here in front of you all, but she is up above watching me with a proud smile on her face. Thank you all for Being here, without you guys I'd be nowhere." I said, smiling up at the crowd standing before me.

"And, to all the people who didn't believe in me I just wanted to show you where i am and what I'm doing at the moment." I said, remembering all the people that didn't think I was capable of being here.

"You guys are incredible, Thank you for coming!" I yelled, waving at the crowd.

As I walked off the stage, I looked around at the crowd of people that have come to watch me sing. Never have I ever thought that I'd be that much appreciated and it makes me feel special.

"I once promised someone that I'd be standing on this stage, singing to a crowd of amazing people. And look where I am right now. This is proof that dreams do come true, but you can't just sit there and expect it to Happen. You have to make it happen." I said, stopping at the middle of the stage.

"I kept my promise, Mr. Harry styles!" I yelled, running off the stage.

One day I dreamt of standing in the Hall of Fame, where the world would know my Name. Where I'd be Happy and proud of who I am.

And that Dream eventually became reality.